Mistaken...

Taylor was just like every other popular girl. Smart, pretty, talented, and a total bitch. But what happens when a teacher mistakes her for someone who looks just like her and won't believe anything she says? A pretty messed up murder. Is it the teacher, Taylor's enemy, Cynthia, or someone else?
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What had happened?
How the fuck did this all happen? I couldn't help but stare at
the cold, lifeless body that was in front of me. Had this
happened yesterday? Last Week? Whenever it was I knew I was dead.
That was MY body. How was I supposed to know what happened? I
couldn't remember anything. It was like memory had just gone and
left me!

"Taylor? Taylor,
where are you?" a voice asked helplessly.

I recognized it. I
couldn't remember who it was though.

"Oh. My.
God."

***

A Case of
Mistaken Identity

"Taylor, hurry up
and wake up or else you'll be late for the first day of senior
year!" my mother yelled at me.

I couldn't help
but think why would I want to go to school. Summer had been full
of drama that I wouldn't want to face anyone at
school.

I got up out of
bed and started to get ready. My cell phone rang; I'd received a
text from my best friend, Lily.

"Heads up, watch
out 4 Cynthia and her bitch crew. Wouldn't want anything major to
happen considering what u did 2 her during the summer."

I couldn't forget
what happened. I played too many pranks on Cynthia during the
summer and things got way out of hand when I found out she hired
a male escort as her "date" for the summer ball. I recorded her
talking about how she's going to "make his night". I then sent it
to everyone and she got way embarrassed. She said she'd "get me
back for this", but I have yet to find out what that
meant.

When I arrived at
school, Lily ran up to my car and said "Oh my God! Cynthia really
has done it now!" I couldn't help but give her a confused
look.

"What do you
mean?"

"Here!" She handed
me a flyer.

I couldn't believe
what it said. My picture was on the paper and it
said:

"Slut for sale.
Contact 234-555-3212 for a great time. She sure could use
it."

"That bitch! Why
the hell would she do this? How did she get my phone number?" I
said angrily. I was so pissed off.

"I don't know! I
just pulled up to school and they were on every locker!" she
exclaimed.

"That bitch is
gonna pay. Thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Another
prank?"

"Damn,
straight." I told her.

I went to my first
class, French, and acted like nothing had happened. It sucked
that everyone knew who I was. Some people would kill to be me.
Everyone was whispering about the flyers, and looking back at me.
That's what they had to be talking about.

I was tired of the
looks so I told everyone, "Excuse me, but is there anything else
you losers have to talk about other than gossip?"

They looked at me
like I was being a bitch but I didn't care, at least it got them
to stop.

To my (bad) luck,
Cynthia was in the same class with me.

"Like my little ad
for you?" She smiled.

"Fuck off,
Cynthia." I told her.

"Someone's a
little cranky!" she replied.

"Looks like
someone's on their monthly gift. Seriously Cynthia, do you have
anything else better to do? Other than screwing around with
childish games?" A deep voice said.

"Oh shut the fuck
up, Garrett." She told him.

Garrett was my
boyfriend of two years. He was tall, and had a muscular body. He
has blonde hair, blue eyes, a tan body that's to die for, and had
a slight Swedish accent. It's been awhile since we've talked.
He'd either have plans, was too busy, or just didn't feel like
keeping up with a conversation. He'd made himself distant from
me.

"Oh shut the fuck
up, Garrett!" He mimicked.

"Very mature, no
wonder you two were meant for each other."

"At least I have a
steady boyfriend, and don't get around." I replied.

"Whatever, bitch,
you know you cheat too much."

That hit a nerve.
"You must be getting me confused with someone else, I've stopped
cheating since I've met and been with Garrett so you can just go
sit your little ass down in a chair and leave us alone. Please
and thank you."

"Fine, but if you
even think of getting me back you can just forget about
it!"

"I'm sure she'll
think of something. Isn't that right, honey?"

"Of course!" I
smiled.

The bell rang for
first period to start. Apparently we have a new French teacher
this year. He wasn't even in class yet.

"Talk about a
first impression, he's already late." I told
Garrett.

"Oh come on, give
him some slack. This school is so big!"

"I guess you're
right…"

Then a handsome
tall man walked into the class. He looked like he was in his
mid-twenties with black hair, thin with some muscle, and a slight
tan.

He definitely had
my attention. I erased the thought as soon as I had it. I
certainly didn't want to have any thoughts about him. He was way
older than me! I also didn't want to hurt my Garret's poor
fragile heart. I promised I'd stop cheating. Why must promises be
so hard to keep?

"Certainly is a
bit young looking to be a teacher, don't you think?" Garrett
asked me.

"Umm, yeah, but
you know it's easy to get teaching degrees ya know?" I answered
him, while keeping my eye on the new teacher.

"I guess
so."

"Sorry for being late class, I was running a bit
late today. Weird to start school on a Friday don't you think?
Anyways, my name is Mr. DiLaurentis or you can call me Mr. D,
either one works."

Taylor DiLaurentis… It had a nice ring to
it.

Mr. DiLaurentis started to take
attendance.

"Dylan… Shelby… Taylor…"

"Here sir!" I said. I notice him checking me out
and smiling slightly then returning to attendance. It seemed like
almost everyone noticed that.

"Yeah, but he didn't take a long time to look at
her like he did at you."

"Garrett, is that jealousy I sense?" I
smiled.

"I guess it is. Oh come on, you don't find that
creepy?"

"Not at all!"

"Whatever."

***

After class was over, Mr. DiLaurentis kept me
after class to talk. After everyone was out of the room he began
to talk.

"That's a real nice cover, Lacey. How many
people know you're Taylor?"

I looked at him confusingly. "Umm, what are you
talking about?" I gave out an awkward laugh.

"You leave Phoenix last year and come to
Albuquerque? I think it's just coincidence that we're even at the
same school."

"Mr. DiLaurentis… I don't know what you're
talking about but I'm not a Lacey nor have I ever been called
Lacey before except now…"

"Hmm, is that so? Well I'm sorry then
Taylor for wasting your time. Get to second period." He
commanded.

"Umm, yes sir…"

I was so confused. What did he mean by calling
me Lacey? Who was this Lacey person? Mr. DiLaurentis was a
strange person now. He seemed to be so sure I was Lacey. Whoever
that was. And what did he mean by her leaving Phoenix? Had they
had something going on in Phoenix? And it certainly was
coincidence if he thought Lacey was here. The start to the school
year has certainly been eventful…